"His secret?" Faolan asks, glancing at Gwaine and then at Lancelot, surprised at the turn of phrase. Surprised that the other man should have trusted someone with the truth about his abilities if he is to be so obvious and flippantly casual about them. Or did they know all along and have they just been having him on?

"What secret?" he continues, warily. Has Gwaine figured Lancelot out and is he now about to break it to the others in a place and time like this? Just when he thought he could settle into this party at last, just when he had thought that maybe it wouldn't be so bad after all...